Macrocosm
The sky depicts the vast and massive cosmos,
lying in utter quiet and calm with an exosmose.
A little, joyful world is reflected in the sun's rays,
Supine in a bed of dew, a sleek tale sails the ways.
Space and the outer gauntlet are carved in the brain,
Earth has tied us to time, hiding in the hues of rain.
Light pours via trees, and calm flows on the breeze,
Life thrives in the trees, but you're scared to wheeze.
Mother Nature's life flows as sepia tones unfold,
Her thread feeds all life, from elfin buds to hold.
The sepia-colored soil weaves the life thread,
as deft views run from grave to cradle instead.
This microcosmic world springs into action,
Photons prompt electromagnetic reactions.
Every glance is a blessing to our soul's sight,
Soar freely in the midst of recurring plight.
Under a vacant aisle, the inner self may shred,
If Waltz and Tears Linger, Bliss and Pain Are Pled.
Detoxification is absent from the system's swing.
With the pulse of creation, I inhale an azure spring.
Ebbing into the river of life for the initial time,
Personally and in line with customary prime.
In a cosmic flow of microcosm and macrocosm,
As vectors are stout and wholes are sanctum.
1st place contest winner
Written: March 18, 2023
Writing Challenge - 'M' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word Chosen: 10-Macrocosm
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